The Count of Monte Cristo

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which rose much higher than his large and coarsely shaped ears, combined
to form a physiognomy anything but prepossessing, save in the eyes of
such as considered that the owner of so splendid an equipage must needs
be all that was admirable and enviable, more especially when they gazed
on the enormous diamond that glittered in his shirt, and the red ribbon
that depended from his button-hole.

The groom, in obedience to his orders, tapped at the window of the
porter's lodge, saying, "Pray, does not the Count of Monte Cristo live
here?"

"His excellency does reside here," replied the concierge; "but"--added
he, glancing an inquiring look at Ali. Ali returned a sign in the
negative. "But what?" asked the groom.

"His excellency does not receive visitors to-day."